Infinite Ink

The early worm gets eaten by the bird

There is blessing in the morning time, and I have always sought this blessing but have been discouraged by the gravitational pull of my bed. When you come within a certain distance of it, the bed bends spacetime and you go rolling towards it and BAM! There goes the morning!

Take writing, for example. Many successful authors are early bird writers, and by early bird I mean getting up at 4am to write while the children are still asleep. Yes! If you don't believe me, go check out some of the interviews at http://wordmothers.com/.

This morning, I settle on my bed but open my laptop instead of going to sleep again after dawn prayer. I love watching the sky lighten and brighten through my window, and tapping away at the keyboard to keep myself awake helps me to enjoy it. Snatches of birdsong filter in through the same window. My phone beeps: messages from friends back in desi land. I have a case of the sniffles, so a mountain of used tissues heaps up beside me on the bed. (Don't worry, I'll throw it in the bin later.)

Sure, I can do most of these things if I wake up late, but then half the day is gone, and I spend the rest of the day trying to catch the hours I slept away in the morning.

Hey, I love refreshing sleep, but then there's the "going to sleep and waking up in the next century" kind of sleep that leaves me heavy-eyed and useless. No reason to over-indulge in that direction.

Besides, now that it's Ramadan, I find myself going into "crash mode" a few hours before fast-breaking time. I crash on the bed, and then Mama wakes me up to eat. Hey, I help out with the food, too, and not just with the eating of it. It's just that the day here is so long that I can compose a Wattpad update, check Whatsapp, help prepare the meal AND take a nap between late afternoon prayer and fast-breaking time.

Are you a morning person, or do you wish that dawn happened later in the day?